Ill Give You Hell Bitch!
I Love this song and i hope my love for this band isnt driving people absolutley insane.

"Give 'Em Hell, Kid" (My Chemical Romance)

Oh baby here comes the sound!
I took a train outta New Orleans and they shot me full of ephedrine.
This is how we like to do it in the murder scene.
Can we settle up the score?

[Chorus]
If you were here I'd never have a fear.
So go on live your life.
But I miss you more than I did yesterday.

You're beautiful!

Well I'm a total wreck and almost every day.
Like the firing squad or the mess you made.
Well don't I look pretty walking down the street.
In the best damn dress I own?

[Chorus]
If you were here I'd never have a fear.
So go on live your life.
But I miss you more than I did yesterday.
You're so far away.
So c'mon show me how.
'Cause I mean this more than words can ever say.

Some might say we are made from the sharpest things you say
We are young and we don't care.
Your dreams and your hopeless hair.
We never wanted it to be this way.
For all our lives.
Do you care {at all}?

[Chorus]
If you were here I'd never have a fear.
So go on live your life.
But I miss you more than I did yesterday.
You're so far away.
So c'mon show me how.
'Cause I mean this more than words can ever say.

Insanity
Yes im back but theres alot more pressing issues besides my welcome wagon.
lately things have been infuriating me.driving me....insane! like when your arguing with someone about an issue your clearly passionate aboutabout and then they know theyre clearly not gonna win so they say "Hey let it Go!" next time i hear that im punching them clear in the face.
I can post bi weekly so it wont be such a big ass gap between my posts.
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Tuesday, September 20, 2005

Darko!
Well its been a while since i posted...ever since school has started but I promise to go to everyones site when im done with this post.

Well me and my sister finished watching this kick ass movie called Donnie Darko.
Now if you watched the movie The Butterfly Effect and didnt get it then dont watch this movie its twice as complicated.And curses twice as as much!Now im not gonna tell you what its about but i will tell you its the best movie Ive ever seen so rent or by this movie for the love of fuck.

New!
most of you can tell my absolute loving for My Chemical Romance....unless some of you are a little stupid. anyways im addicted to them...Its like im on crack but MCR is the drug.heres one of the song lyrics that i cant get out of my head and im sure alot of you have probably heard this song...if not...do it!

MY CHEMICAL ROMANCE LYRICS

"You Know What They Do To Guys Like Us In Prison"

In the middle of a gun fight...
In the center of a restaurant...
They say, "Come with your arms raised high!"
Well, they're never gonna get me,
And like a bullet through a flock of doves...
To wage this war against your faith in me,
Your life...will never be the same.
On your mother's eyes, say a prayer...say a prayer!

[Chorus]
Now, but I can't
And I don't know
How we're just two men as God had made us,
Well, I can't...well, I can!
Too much, too late, or just not enough of this
Pain in my heart for your dying wish,
I'll kiss your lips again.

They all cheat at cards and the checkers are lost,
My cellmate's a killer, they made me do push-ups (in drag)
But nobody cares if you're losing yourself...am I losing myself?!
Well, I miss my mom,
Will they give me the chair,
Or lethal injection, or swing from a rope if you dare;
Ah, nobody knows...all the trouble I've seen!

[Chorus]

To your room...
What they ask of you
Will make you want to say, "So long..."
Well, I don't remember,
Why remember...YOU?!

Do you have the keys to the hotel?!
'Cause I'm gonna string this motherfucker on fire! (FIRE!!)

Life is but a dream for the dead,
And well I, I won't go down by myself,
But I'll go down with my friends.
Now now now now... (I can't explain)
Now now now... (I can't complain)
Now now now, yeah!

AHHHH
*GIGANTIC SIGH* Well I have never done this in the Otaku (or that I can remember) but I just have to complain at least once. It’s in my blood!

You know what pisses me off? You know, when you're having a conversation with someone, and for some reason, you get on a particular topic. In this case, let's say... the topic is... nuts. Don't you hate how the other person usually has to make some dumbass sexual comment creating some kind of lame-ass pun based on your legitimate topic of conversation? Let's say you say something like "I'm not sure I like those nuts, they leave a weird taste in my mouth." Then the other person, in usual dumb ass fashion, just has to say something like "Uhhh, you don't like the nuts in your mouth? Hehehe" And then he or she giggles like an idiot for a half hour because they think they made a clever joke out of your topic of conversation. These people need to be killed! I'm sick and tired of people warping simple topics into something perverted. And God forbid if you're a woman who gets caught up in some kind of twisted wordplay like this. Before you know it, everyone at school or work is getting on your back because you made a comment about a large ball. It's unnecessary, it's stupid, and it just shows that you're thinking with your sexual organs rather than your brain. This being the case, someone should glue your mouth to your butt, so they may illustrate the fact that you truly, indeed, suck ass.

Next topic; drunken people! You know, the type of asshole who always has to get shitfaced on the weekend and go staggering around, patting you on the back like you're his best friend, when all you really want him to do is get in his car and drive home recklessly. I'm sick and tired of some incoherent asshole that smells like a case of malt liquor all of a sudden talking about the philosophy of life while trying to pick up some woman at a bar. Nice. And what's worse, those fucking dolts who go around and actually tell you how fucked up they got the night before; like they deserve some type of award for falling face first into a patch of tomatoes in your backyard at four AM in the morning. And don't forget, (in mocking voice) "friends don't let friends drive drunk." Screw that! As far as I'm concerned, give 'em the keys rev up the engine, and let 'em go sailing home with a bottle of tequila in their lap. One of three things will happen. 1: The cops will pull them over and end up having to beat the shit out of them, just because this fucker is in a drunken rage and refuses to turn off Neil Diamond's "They're Coming to America". Number 2: They'll wrap themselves around a telephone pole and either is killed or paralyzed. Cruel, you say? Well, so is inflicting your drunken stupidity on the rest of the world, so be ready to pay the consequences. Asshole. Scenario number 3, my least favorite: They make it home okay and pass out on the lawn with their motor running, while the radio is blasting some dumbass metal song from the mid-80's that no one wants to hear anymore. But at least it gives 'em a chance to try again next week.

So if you're a drunken moron or an idiot who has to manipulate legitimate conversations to get a cheap thrill for your libido, please feel free to get together with one another on the weekends, drive around drunk, and make all the twisted sexual comments you like. And I'll just watch from the local diner window as they scrape your body off the pavement with a fucking spatula. Get out of our fucking lives, your moronic assholes. Your existence is useless, and you're dragging down the collective intelligence of humanity. Don't like what I have to say? Here are the keys and a bottle of Crack Daniels. I'll see you tomorrow. But hopefully not.

Count down
Ah crap i cant beleive its that time! Time for me to start counting down until the final days of My summer i know some of you dont care cause most of you are in school already but i feel miserable.
I never had such a mixture of confusion,sickness and excitment inside of me since I found Green Day is Pop rock.
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Monday, August 29, 2005

Holy Shnikees!

Daaammit....well school for me is drawing ever more closer for me and regrets wont leave my head...like whats left undone,who havent I made fun of Oh the waisted time!
But ill get over and will have to adapt with train hoppin and waking up six hours earlier.

So I hope nobody misses me cause i wont be posting in the future(well less then what i do now)
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Saturday, August 13, 2005

Unzipped
I haven’t written in a while so why wait any longer to. This poem came to me in a dream. the dreams were probably from my subconscious. I don’t want harsh judgment so like the old saying goes
“God Dammit you little motherf@!er if you aren’t got nothing to say then don’t say nothing.”

Unzipped

Standing below you see my heart lies
unzipped staring…don’t you see it cries
like candle wax dripping over a roaring fire
it’s lost everything worth having, worth desire

With no reason to beat and none to live
a life taken away with nothing to give
here lays my heart, broken in tears
so wretched in pain it awakens my fears

So here I sit wondering in shame
why I stand beside myself wet from the rain
I lost my love to another this day
and with an unzipped heart, feelings never go away!

(Germaine is standing in the middle of a room holding a gun… she brings it against her head…)
(Foamy appears)

Foamy: hey what you doing… what is that? Ahh that’s one of those guns with the bullets and everything… where you shoot the people and they go “boom” are you.. are you gonna blow your own head off is this what this is? Your in one of those moods where everybody sucks, and since everyone sucks you just want to kill everyone but you can’t because of the legal ramifications…

You just have to kill yourself…isn’t that a shame.. isn’t that a damned shame.

It would be a shame though if that gun like went off accidental.. (Foamy pushes the gun that Germaine holding to her head) whoa look out!

(Foamy pushed her arm and the gun from a variety of angles) whoa.. whoa huh huh!... ahhh…

So go ahead, pull the trigger! Cause you know you want to… (starts singing words) you know you want to… pull the trigger! So your head can go boom… boom boom boom booma… with your head on the wall, adoo doo doonga, and your brains on the floor.. badoon doonga doo… when your head goes boom! Go boom... boom a boom a boom boom booma, so just pull the trigger… no one would figure, that suicide was for you… so go boom. Booom boom boom (starts doing some attempted drum sounds)… Boom!